A/N - sorry about the long delay in the chapter. I'm trying to get back on track with posting regularly, but am trying to keep on top of 9 stories (plus all the ideas that keep coming to me) and real life. Hopefully I'll be on track better from now on.
Hope you're not disappointed by this chapter. It's more a filler until her date with Sirius. I've had messages asking about the tattoo, which you will find out in the next chapter.
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Hermione finished getting ready for bed, and as she climbed in, she checked the tablets on her bedside table. She read again about the different levels, depending on the number chosen, and checked that she had picked the mildest one.
She was vaguely disappointed when the dream only featured her and Sirius walking down the beach holding hands, not that she had a problem with the cliché, but found herself disappointed by the lack of anything more. She had higher expectations than that. In the waking world, she got more from Sirius than a simple walk, and though it was nice, she had expected more from a product from the twins.
Where was the kissing? The flirting? The touching?
That morning when she got up, she was in a bit of a bad mood, and when Sirius asked if she was alright, she glared at him.
"If you ever buy those tablets again, trust me, that the lowest setting is a serious waste of money," she snapped.
Sirius smirked. "Maybe you should skip to the last one," he said, his smooth voice sending shivers up her back.
"Maybe I will," she replied, smoothly, "but are you sure you can live up to the expectations set by what the tablet will do?" she asked, before turning and leaving the room, hearing him mutter something about exceeding expectations.
Even through her disappointment in the first one, she found herself taking the tablets in order each night between the week, and when she reached the forth tablet on the forth night, she found herself sitting on a motorcycle, as the man in front of her started it up.
"You ready for this, kitten?" Came Sirius' sexy voice, as the power ran through the bike and she tightened her legs around it, and felt her arms slip around Sirius' waist.
She held tight, and let out a gasp, as the bike jerked forward. She felt more and more nervous as the motorcycle started going faster, taking sharper turns, weaving around cars, and she buried her face into the back of Sirius' white t-shirt, and breathed in his musky scent.
After a short ride, she felt the bike come to a stop, and finally they found themselves parked in a smalled wooded park, hidden from view, but with a beautiful clearing.
Hermione looked around, trying to take in the view, but she felt firm hands grasp her hips, pulling her back towards the bike, towards Sirius.
"No time for looking, love," Sirius whispered, and Hermione turned to him.
"I've taken all this trouble to get you alone," he whispered, slipping his hand up the back of her top, and sliding his fingers up and down her spine, causing her to shiver, at his touch.
"Well, we're alone," she whispered. "Now what?"
He looked down into her eyes, and she saw a hint of lust.
"Now, kitten, I'm going to give you a taste of what to expect."
She opened her mouth to answer, but found a pair of hot rough lips pressing against hers, cutting off any words she was about to say.
She gasped against his lips as they moved against hers, sucking her lip between his own, and running his hands down across her hips and her lower back.
She felt herself being gently guided back towards the bike, and she sat on the edge of it as his lips moved down her jaw, pressing against her earlobe and down her neck. She strugged to draw breath, as her head rolled to the side, giving him better access.
She felt his body shift between her legs, one of hers curling around the back of his, as his hands moved her shirt up her body, over her breasts, and over her head.
His hand softly stroked down her body, leaving a heated trail in its path, his fingers swiftly undone her jeans, and started pulling them down her hips, and she woke up.
...oOo...
That morning she walked into the kitchen, finding Sirius making coffee, and she put the packet of tablets down next to him.
"I'm done with these," she snapped. "All they do is fucking tease me, and it's not fair, plus when any version of you actually does get around to touching me, I want it to be these hands, on my body," she said grabbing his hands and pressing them to her hips, and curving her body into his.
"And I think I'd prefer these lips on mine, not the ones in my dream," she said, running a finger over his lips, ignoring him giving her finger a soft nip.
"When you finally do fuck me, or make love to me, I want it to be this cock inside me, not one in my dreams, even if they do involve us and a motorbike," she said, as her hand moved to stroke him through his trousers. His breath caught, and he was seconds away from touching her, before she ducked under his arm and rushed from the room, with a smirk, leaving a very aroused Sirius clutching the kitchen counter.
"Motorbike?" he called after her.
Hermione ignored him, and headed straight for her room, satisfied that she had gotten a bit of revenge on him. Hopefully he'd learn not to be a tease.
...oOo...
Finally Saturday came around, and she got out of bed. Sirius was nowhere to be seen - not waiting to stare at her when she finished in the shower, not to press her against the counter when she cooked breakfast, and it wasn't until she went to the library, she found a note on the door.
"Kitten, dinner is at 7. Be ready for me."
She looked at the note for a moment, before heading into the library to read her book.
At lunchtime, Hermione floo'd Ginny, who turned up immediately clutching a large bag of cosmetics, costume jewellery, and clothes. Hermione regretted her decision immediately, but allowed herself to be dragged into the kitchen and coerced into making them both lunch as Ginny lectured her on looking her best for the date, only pausing to eat, before starting back up.
Hermione drowned her out for the most part, ignoring the advice on flirting and how to act. She figured if Sirius' feelings were real, if he really fell for her, why should she act any different to usual? Why should she flirt more than she would normally? When she tried to explain all this to Ginny, the redhead just rolled her eyes.
"Yes, he has feelings for you, but you need to wow him," she reminded Hermione.
Hermione took a long relaxing bath as Ginny prepared her workstation. Hermione didn't really know what Ginny meant by that, but she felt scared, hense the longer than usual bath.
When she finally got out, she dried herself, and pulled on clean pajamas, as she didn't want to get dressed until they were ready for her makeup, as she didn't know what Ginny had in store.
She walked into the bedroom, to find her dressing table had been extended. There were various bottles all over it, a large box full of comparments of costume jewellery, various perfumes, creams, and anything else Hermione could imagine.
"I brought a few of everything, I thought you'd like the choice of what to use," Ginny said, and Hermione nodded, dumbstruck.
"First, show me your outfit for tonight?"
Hermione went to the wardrobe, and opened the door, showing Ginny a short plain black skater dress.
Ginny nodded in approval. "Something pretty, and simple, but that can be dressed up. Boots or shoes?"
"I've got some new boots," Hermione said, showing Ginny some heeled boots, with straps coming across the sides, and laces up the front.
"Perfect, Ginny said. "Lets get started on your hair. How do you want it?"
...oOo...
An hour later Hermione's hair was falling is soft waves around her face. Ginny was moving it around, trying to decide if Hermione should have it up or not.
"Down looks all sexy, but up is more sophisticated," she was muttering, tugging at Hermione's hair, and batting Hermione's hands away when they reached up to brush a lock out of her own face.
"Stop touching your hair," she snapped at Hermione, who frowned at her, but put her hands back in her lap, and sighed.
"Down suits you better, but up gives you a different look so when you take it down..." Ginny trailed off, her face lighting up.
"I'll put it up," she began, sounding excited, "and when he gets you home, you take the clips out and your hair will just fall perfectly, giving you a whole new look, and Sirius won't be able to keep his hands to himself long enough to get you into the bedroom," Ginny said, making Hermione laugh.
"I'm sure he'll manage," Hermione said. "I mean, some of the girls that have tried it on with him, they looked amazing, and-"
"You have natural beauty, Hermione. Sirius doesn't want one of those fake girls. They don't look that amazing."
"Are you sure, because-"
"Have some confidence, you have the sole attention of Sirius Black, one of the most eligible bachelors. Get glammed up, go out looking gorgeous, and shag him."
"Shag him?" Hermione asked, amused.
"Yes," Ginny said, firmly.
...oOo...
At 6.45, Ginny was finished, and allowed Hermione to finally look at herself in the full length mirror on the wall.
Ginny had done a brilliant job, leaving Hermione with a few silver bits of jewellery, against the black dress, minimal makeup, only some to draw attention to her eyes and her lips, but not to overdo it. She was holding a red clutch, as Ginny decided if she was going to add a colour, to have it be a Gryffindor colour.
She made Hermione smell all the perfumes she had brought, but Hermione insisted on wearing the one in her room, stating that Sirius had it made up especially for her, the Christmas gone.
Ginny nodded in approval. "Hopefully, he'll recognise it," she said.
Ginny quickly packed her stuff away, and followed Hermione downstairs. As they heard a knock at the door, Ginny winked at Hermione, and disappeared into the floo.
Hermione took a deep breath, waving her wand over her arm, hiding her tattoo for now with a glamour. She walked to the door, and opened it, to find Sirius Black on the other side.
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